THE OLD MAN

TOLD HIS STORY

ABOUT THE YEARS

GONE BY

HOW HE PLAYED HIS

HORN

DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS

IN SOME OLD DINGY DIVE

I KNEW 'EM ALL

BACK THEN HE SAID

AS HE REACHED OUT

FOR HIS HORN

HE CLOSED HIS EYES

AND WET HIS LIPS

THEN THE BLUES

WERE BORN

HE PLAYED

WITH SO MUCH FEELIN'

TEARS CAME

FROM HIS EYES

HE STOPPED

AND REMINISCED A BIT

AND THEN HE GAVE

A SIGH

SAID YOU KNOW

I ALMOST MADE IT

BUT THAT'S

BEFORE YOUR TIME

DIXIELAND

POOR FOLKS BLUES

SCATMAN JACK'S

AND WINE

SLAPPED HIS KNEE

AND GAVE A GRIN

IT SURE WAS GOOD

BACK THEN

REACHING FOR HIS HORN

ON THE FLOOR

PLACED IT IN AN OLD

TOWSACK

THAT HUNG ACROSS

HIS BACK

HE SAID GOODBYE

THEN SHUFFLED

OUT THE DOOR

ENTHUSED BY WHAT

HE TOLD ME

I NEVER GOT HIS NAME

SO I CALLED

THE WAITRESS OVER

AND STARTED

TO EXPLAIN

A TIRED OLD MAN

HIS TARNISHED HORN

THE MEMORIES

OF YEARS GONE BY

HOW HE PLAYED

HIS HORN

AND REMINISCED

SMILED

WITH TEARDIMMED EYES

SHE SAID

YOU ARE MISTAKEN

THERE'S BEEN

NO ONE BUT YOU

BUT I KNOW

WHO YOU'RE TALKIN'

'BOUT

I USED TO KNOW HIM TOO

YOU'LL FIND HIM

DOWN ON BASIN STREET

IN BACK

OF AN OLD CHURCHYARD

A STONE THAT READS

REST IN PEACE

I TRIED

BUT IT SURE WAS HARD

SLAPPED HIS KNEE

AND GAVE A GRIN

IT SURE WAS GOOD

BACK THEN

REACHING FOR HIS HORN

ON THE FLOOR

PLACED IT IN AN OLD

TOWSACK

THAT HUNG

ACROSS HIS BACK

HE SAID GOODBYE

THEN SHUFFLED

OUT THE DOOR

HE SAID GOODBYE

THEN SHUFFLED

OUT THE DOOR